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Tuesday, July 18, 2017

Smoke and Mirrors - 43

After what seemed like an interminable
wait, the door slowly opened. A regal male with dark hair laced with silver
stood there, one eyebrow raised in question. “May I help you?” he asked. Mor
stepped into his view and he smiled in amusement. “Have you come to try to
reclaim that which you stole from me, young woman?”

“I didn’t steal it, Baesysti
,” she replied indignantly. “I merely moved it so that a creature bent on
absconding with it couldn’t get it.”

The elf nodded slowly as if
weighing the truth of her words. “Would you have taken it even if this creature
had not found it?”

“Well…” She delicately
shrugged one shoulder.

Sighing, the elf murmured a
few words that Aidan recognized as a spell to drop the strong wards on the
house. Then Baesysti opened the door all
the way and stepped back. “Please come in. I think we have things we need to
talk about.”

“You may call me Baesysti or
Kenton, whichever suits you,” the elf said once everyone was settled in the
large but comfortable living room.

While Jared and the others
introduced themselves, Aidan looked around the room and smiled. It was done in
shades of gold and green and one wall was filled with plants of all sorts. Some
stood in pots and planters, flowers and flowering bushes whose aromas mingled
to fill the room with the scent of meadows in summer. There were also two trees
whose roots were, he surmised, buried deep in the earth below the hardwood
flooring. He pointed to one, asking Kenton, “What happens when they reach the
ceiling?”

Kenton chuckled. “Then I
open it so that they can continue growing upwards. I think in perhaps a hundred
years or so they will be through the roof.”

“That will be interesting,
if a bit damp when it rains,” Daniel commented.

“Magic, my dear boy. Magic
will keep that from happening.” Including the others, Kenton asked if they
wanted something to drink before they got down to business. When everyone
declined he sat down on a large ottoman, crossing his legs. “May I ask exactly
why you are here?”

“To make certain that you
actually have Circe’s wand, and if so, that it’s somewhere safe,” Jared told him.

“You honestly expect me to
answer that question? I know nothing about any of you, other than Aidan, and
while he claims to distrust the court that does not mean he does, or that he couldn’t
have some other agenda concerning the wand.”

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Born and bred Cleveland, I earned a degree in technical theater, later switched to costuming, and headed to NYC. Finally seeing the futility of trying to become rich and famous in the Big Apple, I joined VISTA (Volunteers in Service to America), ending up in Chicago for three years. Then it was on to Denver where I put down roots and worked as a costume designer until just recently.
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